The great daemon engine squeezes onto the battlefield at breakneck speed, a hill of beasts, a hill of pestilence, a mound of poisonous, torn flesh that oozes gas and liquid from wounds in festering skin that The broad, flat face was split open by an almost constant evil smile. The sharp teeth were uneven and yellowed. Broken horns protruded from both sides of its head, hanging with rings of internal organs and foul-smelling substances.
Soon, its eyes were locked on Tu'shan, and then it laughed, like the muffled sound of an inflated corpse exploding.
“After this praise is over, the loving Father will reward you with the corruption of the flesh.”
The droopy and accumulated folds on its face continued to slide down, forming a twisted and leaking smile. Then its free hand reached between its waist, pulled out something and threw it towards Tu'shan.
As he got closer, he realized it was the corpse of an Astra Militarum that had been ravaged by the plague.
With a bang, the corpse hit his feet, bursting like a water ball filled with mud. The turbid brown liquid gurgled out from the joints of the armor. The bones creaked inside, and Tu'shan's body was sprayed with rotten water. .
"demon!"
A Salamander warrior walked up to Tu'shan, fired at the demon engine, and sewed a bomb explosion line on the beast's chest, but it did not have a very good effect, leaving only small scars and wounds, not at all. Any pain caused to it, although its chest and abdomen were riddled with holes, was nothing compared to the long wounds and open sores that had torn its muscles apart - wounds that had separated its flesh, leaving Gleaming intestines and bulbous organs bulged out.
The demon swung its right arm, its loose muscles bulging and trembling. Its other arm held a bunch of rusty chains. Each of the three huge chains ended in a pile of huge skulls. .
Amidst the whistling sound, the flail hit the Salamander veteran, and the rapid whipping of the skull made a deafening impact, knocking the Space Marine to the ground more than ten meters away, bouncing and twisting awkwardly on the uneven ground.
"Destroy it! Cleanse the unclean beast!"
Summoned, the Terminators gathered around Tu'shan and breathed fire at the huge monster.
The giant demon let out a long, cackling laugh, punctuated by Mosaviol Cavila's deep command.
"Destroy the Salamanders! Kill Tu'shan!"
The vibration of the bass caused debris to fall from the ceiling, bringing with it a large amount of thick water and waste. The Plague Army summoned many Nurgle daemons and swarmed towards the fire dragons.
The storm bolter shells exploded into the decaying flesh, leaving bloody welts and sores, but they seemed unfazed by the wounds.
"Flame Hand, stop those things!"
Tu'shan ordered while firing his pistol at the demon engine.
"Use fire and melta as much as possible to reduce their numbers."
The terminator using the heavy melta gun made an affirmative sound. A second later, a stream of fire spread out from the other end of the hall and fell into the wave of demons. At the same time, the promethium element in the fire dragons' weapons burned a large number of imps. , leaving behind a pile of burning, deflated corpses.
The massive demon seemed genuinely distraught at the loss of its minions, its maniacal laughter turning into loud grunts and groans of pain before firing deadly projectiles at the Salamander from its venom cannon.
Tu'shan approached the Demon Engine with several melee terminators, holding thunder hammers and storm shields, like a high steel wall.
The demon turned to them, eyes flashing with yellow war intent.
The giant monster began to cough, its stomach heaving, then opened its mouth and spat out a thick stream of blood, worms, and filth at Tu'shan.
The storm shields raised by the Terminators shone with energy, blocking most of the disgusting water, but some thick balls of dirt still splashed onto Tu'shan's armor, emitting like acid as they burned into the ceramite. The same hissing sound.
"demon!"
Tu'shan roared, readied his hammer, and started running.
The fire dragon terminators holding thunder hammers followed closely behind. Their weapons crackled as they gradually increased their energy, bursting out a series of energy streaks and unique impact sounds - the demon's body could directly kill smaller ones when it was hit. The creature staggers and recoils when struck.
Tu'shan dodged the flail swing, and when the Demon Engine was about to swing again, he jumped up, grabbed one of the opponent's legs, poured his rage into his war hammer, and used the power weapon to deeply Smashed into an exposed gut.
Below him, the thunder hammers of other Terminators were also slamming, tearing at the demon's body.
The demon wiggled its chin and dewlap angrily in preparation for a new attack, and its weapon collided with a fire dragon terminator, crushing his helmet to his breastplate.
Then, Tu'shan hit it hard on the stomach with a powerful blow.
The Daemon Engine stared down at him—eyes with veins as thick as rope, spinning wildly in their sockets as they tried to focus.
After Tu'shan landed, the war hammer directly broke one of the demon engine's legs. The demon howled in pain. It moved its body as if it wanted to escape, but it fell down as the second leg was broken.
The Plague Force desperately tried to squeeze in to save their engines, but the remnants of the Astra Militarum and other Salamander warriors who came to support blocked their movement.
Tu'shan took advantage of the opening and rushed forward, swinging his Stormbringer with as much force as his arms could muster. The ancient weapon's flaming hammer swooped down upon the broken teeth, shattering them and removing them from the beast's body. A stream of thick blood and mucus-laced saliva ripped from the cheek.
"Never...tolerate..."
Tu'shan panted and hit the demon's skull with one blow after another. Under the heavy pressure of raindrops hitting the unnatural body, the demon engine could no longer struggle.
"...the unclean thing...lives!"
The Salamanders Chapter Master knew that the thing was not flesh and blood, but an accumulation of warp matter and spiritual energy, and that it had no control over its own brain or nervous system like a mortal would, but nevertheless he pounded it with his warhammer. His head until it was nothing but a bloody, pus-filled mush.
Gas spurted from the demon's body, spraying a cloud of yellow filth into the air like a fountain. Tu'shan rolled off the hulking body, covered from head to toe in dirt and pus and blood.
When he stood up, the demon engine's arm suddenly swung, and the remaining chains of the flail hit Tu'shan hard, almost breaking the shoulder pads and breastplate. After Tu'shan staggered a few steps, he pulled out the death flame and shot at the demon's remains.
As white-hot flames licked its carcass, the demon began to sink into the ground, spreading like molten fat, discoloring the floor and forming streams around the rusted metal skeleton.
After taking a few breaths, Tu'shan found that his left arm shoulder had been hit hard and seemed to be fractured. At this time, when the blade of Mosaviol Cavilla came out of nowhere, Tu'shan quickly blocked it, and he The war hammer sparkled as it sliced away from the opponent's weapon, then went straight towards the opponent.
However, the wound on his left shoulder affected his speed. Mosaviol Kavilla quickly dodged and struck back with a knife. Tu'shan tilted his head slightly, and the sweep of the cursed blade almost passed through the eyepiece of his helmet.
(End of chapter)
